under the earth [ryland]

[MCKENNA FAY ZIMMERMAN]

twelve times put a hex on you

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Kenna was back.

Well, not entirely back since she was still a little iffy about drugs and all that, but she was still back nonetheless. There was alcohol in her system almost every day, and a small portion of helium whenever the parties that she went to managed to snag balloons for them. She had been partying a lot lately, but her senses had always be on high alert, constantly watching out for someone that would dare spike her drink and give them hell whenever she caught them. She had been bouncing house after house for parties, but tonight, she decided to try an old haunt, the infamous club of daggers. Kenna had always known that she would somehow manage to lend herself back into the party scene, so the moment she walked into the club, she was pleased when she was met with delighted cheers by those that knew of the feisty mermaid. "Motherfuckers!" she roared in return, striding into the club, raising her hands. Someone tossed a bottle of alcohol into her hands, and she wasted no time in chugging it down. "Who wants to fuck shit up tonight?" she added, throwing in some charm into her voice so that people would start getting down and dirty. It was going to be a wild night.

The brunette wandered into the club, shoving drunk, dancing people out of her way. Kenna wanted to finish her beer before she started throwing herself into the fray. More people were pushed away in her search for a place to sit, and the more drunkards she shoved, the more frustrated she became. What was so fucking hard about finding a goddamned place to sit? There was suddenly too many people around for her liking. And plus, she just wanted to chill out for a bit and try to spot anyone that she actually knew. Parties and raves were best done with friends. Although Kenna did not have many friends, not that she was complaining, she most certainly knew plenty of people who were willing to get down and wasted with her. The brunette knew that she should have called her best friend up, or at least someone. She knew full well that Ryland would be up for it, and Talia and Trace as well, but there had been so much on Kenna's mind because of Spencer, she had not thought of any of them.

Finally managing to find a spot to lounge around (after heftily pushing a wasted vampire away), the mermaid waited patiently for something to happen. Things were bound to heat up sooner or later, this club was one of the craziest in Manuka after all. Although Kenna liked instigating things herself, there were times when all she wanted to do was lazily kick back and relax. With the drink still in her hand, the mermaid's world was starting to get a little bit woozy. In five minutes, she would throw herself onto the dance floor and party it up. She drew her legs up into herself and laughed heartily for no apparent reason. She was happy, and that was all that mattered.

And then she spotted it, an old, familiar thick bush of brown hair in the fray. Kenna squinted, her mind trying to get past the thick haze of alcohol in her head, before her face broke into a huge grin. Sliding off her seat, the short brunette once again pushed her way through the crowd, this time with more vigour than ever. When she was directly behind her taller friend, she let out a loud shriek and shoved Ryland forwards. "You fuckin' bitch!" Kenna yelled at her best friend. "What the fuck Ry, you couldn't even call me up for this shit? No, back the hell off asshole, this bitch is mine now." The last part was directed at the guy who had been grinding against Ryland earlier, and seeing the threatening gleam in her eyes, he stepped away from the huntress.

"The fuck have you been up to?" Kenna then asked, still grinning. "I've missed you."

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

heavy eyes been watching me

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The hunter's life felt like one big yawn. Either she spent all her time with Jeremiah or she was inside her apartment getting high or watching hours of Netflix. There was no in between. Last time she went out she nearly got the blood drained from her body by her best friend's brother. It was not a nice night. Ryland made sure to keep her smart remarks to herself now so nothing like that would happen. It was like every corner she went around she was jumpy. It was not a nice feeling and was very unlike her character. Ryland never let anything scare her, but considering she almost died just because she was being a bitch said something. Maybe she needed to tone it down a bit not only on Spencer, but on everybody.

Jeremiah was nothing but comforting after he nearly beat the horseshit out of Spencer. She didn't like seeming weak around him. One thing she knew now though was that he was aware of supernaturals. Ryland never told him about being a hunter since it was really never a job she did often. Nobody ever let her come along on hunting rounds and she was too bad at it to go by herself. She didn't train enough. Whatever. She had more important shit to do anyways then kill innocent people. Ryland wanted to get back into the swing of things soon before it was too late. She was getting too comfortable and she didn't know if her aunt was still looking for her or not. It was a tricky thing.

Ryland had been in Manuka so long and she didn't want to leave. It would probably be best to practice more on defending herself. She hated that she had to kill people to do that. Ryland always acted like it didn't bother her, but it did take quite a toll on her each time. Especially the ones she accidentally murdered. It was no use to think about those people when she was trying to have a good time. Ryland had called a few of her party friends to meet up at Club of Daggers. She almost didn't want to step foot back into there, but it was really the only club she liked in Manuka. The other ones were crawling with supernatural and she couldn't get in without another one. Ryland thought of calling up Kenna and was unsure if she was busy or not. Kenna was probably already out on her own anyways. There were times they had bumped into each other on accident. Those were usually the funnest nights.

She didn't know where Jere was and Ry was trying her best to act like she didn't care. Ryland made her way to the club trying her best to get her boyfriend off of her mind. She needed to think about other things for once. The hunter entered the club a little while later and met up with her friends. Some shots and a few drinks later she found herself dancing on another guy and unsure of where her friends went. Typical of them. No wonder she stopped hanged out with them. They were into drugs she had stopped doing years ago. Well it felt like years to her. In her teenage years she had dappled into some dangerous shit. Some of it she liked and others it gave her a quick high that made her feel like shit not long after or she had a bad trip. Ryland had restraint with some of it.

Ryland's body was still moving against the man when she felt a hard shove on her back. She turned around almost about ready to swing at whoever pushed her, but then she realized it was Kenna. The hunter let out a happy scream and laughed when Kenna told the guy to go off somewhere else. Ryland gave him an apologetic smile and locked eyes back with her best friend. She made no hesitation to close the gap between them. Ryland gave her a tight hug, wrapping her arms around Kenna's neck."You know I love you, so shut up." She kissed the tip of her nose. Ryland leaned in slightly closer as Kenna asked what she was up to. She shrugged and played with the tip of the mermaid's hair."I miss you too, babe." Ryland gave her a pouty face."I haven't been doing anything. Literally. I need you around I swear. Netflix has ruined my fucking life." She laughed and moved her hands down to Kenna's waist.

The two could not see each other for months, but when they were together it felt like no time had passed. Kenna was so perfect in every way. Ryland never felt so close to another person before and she hated that she hadn't spent too much time with her. She used to always be around that Trace guy, so she gave her some space. It wasn't nice to be a cock block."What have you been up to?" Ryland asked as she began to move her body along with the music again. She played her arms back around Kenna's neck, closing the space between them yet again."Are you still fucking that Trace guy?" Ryland grazed her lips against Kenna's ear as she spoke. She moved her body with Kenna's, their bodies moving easily against each other with the beat of the music. It had been quite awhile since they had been out together and Ryland really missed it.

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